Under the Erhai Lake, she saw him dressed in white for the first time.
His smile was faint, with a carefree and indifferent tone that she had never had before, like a white and slightly transparent shadow, passing in front of her eyes lightly and inadvertently. But later on, she didn't know that he also left her world quietly.
Maybe, some people just appear, you don't have them, and you won't have them.
"Because this way you won't lose it."
The tavern in front of Chengdu City, the sky full of fireworks, and the flower carvings that had been stored for thirty years, the place they were closest to, turned into tiny fine dust under the dazzling sunlight in her heart, fine and broken, and existing like air. Exist, but leave no trace.